A Great Mouse Detective fanfiction written for me by MissRoseLee based on the canon characters of the show and a slew of my OCs. I'm just getting around to organizing all the acts/ editing ect. I'm such a slug XD All credit for this goes to her. She's an endless well of fun story line and character personality. Please check out her original work.

This takes place shortly after the ending of the film. Hope you enjoy this as much as I have.

Act I

Ratigan is Revived

"Get him in here… Mind his leg! Watch his leg, Calson!" a voice echoed through the darkness.

"He shouldn't even be here! Do you even know the risks?"

"Of course I do… But out here in the country is safer. We are his only hope."

His voice was scratchy and burning. He wasn't able to respond, and he couldn't make out a sound. The voices tried to whisper, but they couldn't find a right time in the current circumstances. The soft but firm voice started again "Here are some blankets, Calson, go and get the bandages and the doctors tools from the cabinet." The sound of someone falling to the floor was heard, the voice was shrill "Watch what you are doing you idiot!" the voice touched his face, which made him slightly flinch. He could make out who exactly it was, right from the way the touch felt. His eyes were heavy, and all that was moving through his mind was that of a large clock tower, a bell, and the constant ticking of each passing minute.

"He's not coming to...His arm is broken and two of his ribs are fractured, He has a minor concussion and a gash on his forehead-."

"Stop listing things and help him! I will not have this attitude in my household doctor!" the voice bit back

"Yes Madame…" the other voice said respectfully. He felt his heavy eye being lifted, only able to see two different morphed shadows, that looked like terrifying monsters "Professor Ratigan can you hear me?" and the voice echoed again in his mind.

Professor…..hear me?...

You…. Me?

…Me?"

And then everything went black once more...

The grey rat opened his wide yellow eyes, slowly and still in pain. He attempted to look around the dark room, seeing the sunlight slightly creep into the room; just a small little sliver that made it past the dark scarlet red curtains. He tried to move, but was in total pain doing so. Even moving his head to the other side of the room was torture. He looked on the other side, but only saw a dark bookshelf that reached the ceiling. In front of a small ladder that reached the top, was a small bar with a glass bottle of scotch, and a small stout one of brandy... he cleared his throat and licked his dry lips... his only desire was to drink the smooth liquid, feeling it down his dry, desert-like throat. He heard voices on the other side of the door. He quirked an eyebrow in deep thought. Inwardly he struggled to remember who owned this house… it seemed so familiar.

The door opened and a slightly chubby little white mouse entered the room. She had fire-red hair, tied up in a loose bun, with a small light blue ribbon. He noticed she looked a bit young, about nineteen years of age he assessed. Her maid uniform consisted of a navy blue dress and a white lace apron with noticeable stains of the morning. She wheeled in a tray of what looked and smelled like warm food and bottles of pills. She moved the cart backwards, and she quickly moved her small feet across the floor to avoid tripping. She looked at the professor and gasped slightly "Oh! You're up!" she said happily, cheery red eyes lit up with delighted surprise.

He didn't speak. She smiled "Well, you have certainly caused an uproar the past two weeks. I was afraid you wouldn't wake up!" she moved to his pillows "Now let's get you sitting upright!" she quickly pushed him up, he cringed as he noticed his arm was in a sling, and his head was bandaged, touching his brow. He spoke, immediately cracking his voice "Excuse me, but did you say two weeks?"

She stopped him and served him some slightly warm tea, which made his throat smooth. The mouse wiped her hands on her apron "Well yes, I would be out of my gourd as well if I fell off Big Ben."

His head throbbed, the memory was far too strong to go back to. "Well, my dear can you-"

"How rude of me!" she said "Going on and on and I haven't even given you your pain pills!" she placed the three pills on a spoon and fed it to him, forcing the tea down his throat "Dr. Harper insisted I force them- even the Madame was adamant I do it..."

"Madame?"

She interrupted again "My name is Jaqueline. Nice to meet ya!"

He attempted to smile, getting frustrated at her interruptions. He quickly raised his voice, having no time for the niceties "Miss Jaqueline could you please tell me where I am?"

Right as Jaqueline was going to speak, a voice echoed through the large room "Don't bother Jaqueline; his memories are too fogged by his large head." A rat woman with an effeminate figure, but an authoritative posture entered the room. She was of great beauty, with round amber eyes, bright, mysterious and strange for her species. The cold expression locked on her face added definition to a few wrinkles she did not care to acknowledge (and no one in the house was foolish enough to acknowledge). Her warm, pale golden fur that resembled top-shelf champagne in hue was styled and tucked neatly so to flow in waves down her slender neck. She wore a deep navy dress that contoured her tiny waste and flowed loosely over her rounded hips. The material complimented her coat perfectly, swishing as she walked elegantly; distracting him for a moment from the hateful stare her eyes had locked onto him.

"Adele?" Ratigan asked, his eyes wide with amazement. Finally he could place a name with the combination of lovely features. It felt like years…

Ignoring him, she stared down at the little white mouse who only stood barely to Adele's chest. "Jaqueline, you've given him his pills?"

She curtsied, "Yes Madame Adele."

"Calson needs your help in the garden. Go."

She curtsied once more "Yes Madame." She quickly grabbed the cart and rolled out, leaving the two in the room alone. Adele walked to the curtains "Jaqueline is quite chatty, but she is very reliable to me. She will help me make sure you do not get into more trouble while you recover, though I won't waste a prayer on a miracle."

"Adele, I-"

Adele quickly opened the curtains, making the professor cringe in pain as the bright light pierced his eyes. The beautiful rat smiled slyly, knowing she had the upper hand. She clasped her fingers together. "Now that's better, a little light in this dark room." For two weeks you stayed dead to world in that bed, and at last you've woken up. I was afraid we were going to have to leave you out and let the farm cats have their way with you."

Ratigan glared at her; her disappointment in no way sounded sincere. "Very funny." He tried to move, but hissed in pain as his body still ravaged body refused to cooperate. "Help me to my feet, love."

"You'll be ready to move in a couple days. Adele refused, grimacing at the utterance of the word 'love' from his lips. "Dr. Harper will be here with a brand new wheelchair. In the meantime you will have to rest in bed."

"What happened?" he asked quickly. Big Ben… Basil… of course he knew what had happened. He just wanted to hear it from her end. She rolled her eyes "Quit playing dumb. Of course you remember, and all of London does as well." That is all she said as well "Your dirty little friend Fidget is recovering as well downstairs… he didn't suffer quite as much, which is a pity on my part." She bit back. "He's also made generous use of the bar since he's been feeling better."

Ratigan shook his head, "I don't quite remember. Have you always been this sour?"

She smiled slyly "Only on occasions involving you."

"How did I get here? I-I mean why?" he stuttered over his words, cursing himself for how stupid he surely sounded. Adele sighed "A family friend was in town and he found you washed up on the shore of the Thames… Naturally he alerted us and brought you all the way up here…" she looked out the window "Surprised that you even survived the way up to the house. So, Dr. Harper came late that night and stitched you up." She swallowed her words "No one else would dare to take in someone who took down the queen."

"Almost." He corrected her, quickly touching his head in pain "It is still until death do us part, isn't it my dear?" he smiled slightly, with honey in his voice. "After all, what is a man to do without his loving wife?"

"Apparently fall to his death." she then glared right at him, hoping it would set him on fire "Flattery will get you nowhere with me James." She crossed her arms, shaking her head. "Same old James."

"Same old Adele." He retorted. She crossed to the door "Jaqueline will be by every half an hour to give you your pills, and don't mind the talking. She'll stop once you ignore her."

Ratigan smiled at her; his heroine, his Valkyrie. "You look absolutely wonderful Adele, you haven't aged a day."

Adele grimaced, taking the compliment as a puncture to her side "Luckily you've done the aging for both of us." And she shut the door, leaving him in the room alone once more…

Act II

Adele has Doubts

Two weeks earlier…

In her chambers Mrs. Ratigan sat pacing in her room, muttering to herself as she usually does in her frustrated times. Her amber eyes rolled and she twisted her face in a way that could in no way make her ugly at all.

She huffed and grabbed the small jewelry box that lay on her table "How dare he-" she was about to throw the small box when she quickly put it down "Am I mad?" she sat at her vanity mirror, looking at the stress lines around her face. She looked at the white gold diamond ring sitting on her finger, her face softened… "Just like pulling out a thorn." She silently counted to three and took off the ring, shoving it in the small decorative box in front of her. She tapped her long nails on the table and took the ring out and slipped it on. Jaqueline walked in silently and watched as she continued the same process over and over again.

The young maid broke the silence "Madame, your bath is ready."

"Jaqueline!" she gasped, the ring falling to the floor and stopping in front of Jaqueline's foot "H-How long have you been here?"

She picked up the ring "Long enough to notice your problem."

Adele scoffed "HA! Jaqueline I have no problems; I'm too well adjusted. I never have problems... I am perfectly fine…" Jaqueline quirked her eyebrow and tilted her head, she walked to Adele and handed her the ring. Adele took it and simply held it in her hands "He's here…"

"Obviously Madame…" she helped her up, beginning to take the hair pins out of her hair. Adele looked herself in the mirror and pondered "I think fate has a sick twisted way of bringing him here."

"Or a nasty fall from a clock." Her servant chuckled and noticed the annoyed look from her "Sorry Madame." She finished the pins "You still love him, don't you?"

Adele stayed quiet for a moment and shrugged her shoulders "I want to."

"And so does he."

Her amber eyes went bright "How do you know?"

"You know Madame, the first two years I've been here, I've never seen your husband or heard you mention him at all... what was he like before you met him?"

Adele smiled slightly "He was quite the charmer… and he always knew how to make me smile... he brought me flowers- Roses! After every performance when I was a ballerina. Imagine sitting in the grand theatre in Paris, you are in the middle of your solo of the second act; the great pirouette you practiced weeks on end, your adoring man is sitting front row, and you're dancing your heart out just for him." She moved her things on the vanity to a black and white picture of herself, thinner and younger on her tiptoes, in the middle of a twirl, her white tutu flowing around her, while Ratigan was in the front row, throwing a rose and applauding. Adele wiped a small tear from her eye "There are things in my past I miss so much." She put down the picture "But I don't dwell in the past… it wastes precious time." She said quickly.

"Do you want my opinion Madame?" she leaned on the chair as Adele nodded "It's not actually an opinion per say, but it is a known fact about you." She quickly added "You wouldn't give up so easily."

"I could if I wanted to! I could do it right now! I could throw my ring in the Thames right this minute!" She scoffed and started to comb through her hair. Jaqueline quickly crossed her arms "You could. But you won't simply throw away an eighteen year marriage.. " Adele just became speechless "And neither would he if he observed how wonderful you are... again." She added. Adele simply stood with her mouth going wide. Jaqueline chuckled "You might want to close your mouth Madame, you are going to catch flies."

The fancy rat woman clenched her fists "I could fire you Jaqueline…" she said, immediately catching herself say Could. She huffed for a moment, but her expression softened. "But you are extremely accurate. You do speak beyond your years... and I am very thankful."

Jaqueline curtsied "Any time Madame, and who knows, maybe you two could find something wonderful about each other again."

Adele's shoulder's slouched. She did not appear optimistic. "…We can all hope, love."

She grabbed her arm "Now, Madame it is time for your bath."